Tick Tock, Tick Tock

I am a misconception
Yet I am labeled as deception
They say I’m just a thief
They say I’m way too brief

I am criticized and I am hated
Yet once a year I am celebrated
They blame me for all death
They ask me for one more breath

I am false I am pretend
Yet I am loathed in the end
They all call me a senseless traitor
When they are really my creator

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